A break in the heat.
Raining cats and dogs—-people
too. Saturated.
Mystics seek union.
Which usually means no-
thing. Wordless, soaked in
otherness. Puddles
form on the floor beneath our
chairs. We drip. I love
the sound of the rain,
said the server speaking to
no one I could see.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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